And each the fairest seems to be.
But one I seek all earnestly,
As Jason sought the Golden Fleece,
Whose heart would fain agree with me,
The dearest gift of Love is Peace.
My fond quest has not been in vain,
Shyly she listened to my plea;
And Cupid, peeping at us twain,
Smiled as I knelt on bended knee.
From gay enchantments now I’m free,